FELIX RANDAL - Thomas Hood Poems


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Félix Rándal the fárrier, O is he déad then? my dúty all énded,
    Who have watched his mould of man, bigboned and hardy-handsome
    Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it, and some
Fatal four disorders, fleshed there, all contended?
Sickness broke him. Impatient, he cursed at first, but mended
    Being anointed & all; tho' a heavenlier heart began some
    Mónths éarlier, since Í had our swéet repríeve & ránsom
Téndered to him. áh well, God rést him áll road éver he offénded!

This séeing the síck endéars them tó us, us tóo it endéars.
My tongue had taught thee comfort, touch had quenched thy tears,
    Thy tears that touched my heart, child, Felix, poor Felix Randal;
How far from then forethought of, all thy more boisterous years,
When thou at the random grim forge, powerful amidst peers
    Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright & battering sandal!